Wanted: Billionaire's Wife And Their Genius Twin Babies novel Chapter 89

Rachel's face began to heat up as two clouds of red spread on her face.

An undeniable fact was that Edward was flawlessly handsome. No wonder so many women had fallen for him.

She pushed against Edward in fake righteousness. "Edward Bluemel, please let go of me, I will scream!"

Edward broke into a grin at the threat. "Scream away. Even if reporters and a crowd gathered here, they would only think that you're Rue and that we were having a couple spat."

With that, Rachel quietened down.

The Bennets knew that she had returned. If that was the case, she would not want to make a mess of the situation.

If the Bennets were to hire people to target her, it would have been difficult. She was not afraid of being bullied, but she would never let her son be subjected to the same fate.

"What do you want?"

Rachel frowned intensely in a desperate attempt to negotiate.

Edward squinted. "You're the first woman to rebuke me time after time, and the first to diss me behind my back. What do you think I want to do?"

Rachel was taken aback. 'Diss?! How would Edward know?! He wasn't there when I dissed him yesterday!'

Nathan's gentle face popped up in her mind. 'Did Nathan tell him?'

"Mr. Bluemel, you shouldn't accuse people of defamation. I have done no such thing."

Rachel was diffident when she said those words.

Edward narrowed his eyes that twinkled wickedly. "Is that so?"

His cold, lanky fingers pinched Rachel's chin softly. The pressure of his fingers on her soft flesh made him feel better.

Rachel nodded and slapped Edward's hand away. "Of course. Can you let go of me? If you continue to be this way, I might slap you!"

"You can try, don't worry, I don't think you have the courage..."

Slap— Before Edward could finish his words, he heard a soft slap by his ear.

Edward sat on the sofa, stiff as a scarecrow that not even his gaze moved.

'Did I just get hit by a woman? With a slap?'

As Edward was confounded, Rachel took the opportunity to escape from his embrace.

"Trying to run away after slapping me?"

Edward's impassive voice called out in the next second.

He tied his jacket around Rachel's waist and picked her up by her collar, hauling her out of the coffeehouse.

With height being Edward's absolute advantage, Rachel had no way of resisting his maneuver and could only be hauled around like a puppet.

Rachel kept struggling, waving her hands in front of Edward's face as though she was trying to scratch his perfect face.

"Edward Bluemel, you bastard! You stinking, barbaric, pea-brained thug! Let me go immediately!"

Edward ignored the implications of her insults and threw her into his Lamborghini.

After forcing her safety belt on her, he stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the coffeehouse.

In the navigator's seat, Rachel was still struggling and pulling Edward's hair. "Edward! Where are you taking me?!"

Edward did not answer Rachel's interrogation and instead did a quick turn around the corner. He said coldly, "Sit quietly if you don't want both of us to crash."

Hearing Edward's thinly-veiled threat, Rachel sat quietly without making any more noise.